Page 41 of War

I switched nipples, still sucking one and squeezing the other.

Amantha moaned, her fingers threading into my hair to press me closer.

I worked her nipples slowly, taking my time to drive Amantha out of her mind. I worshipped her chest, slowly building her pleasure.

I liked this. Maybe I was missing something before by not being with the same person twice.

“Please, Zion, please,” Amantha begged.

Her nipples were rock hard, and she trembled beneath me.

“What do you want?” I murmured before flicking my tongue over a hard peak.

“If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to lose my mind.”

I laughed and slid my hand down her body into her yoga pants.

“No panties. That's hot,” I said before sucking her nipple again.

My fingers slipped between her lips. She was soaked.

Slowly, I slid my fingertips around her clit.

My mouth moved to hers, and I kissed her as I circled her clit. I flicked it a little then moved my fingers to dip inside her.

She moaned against my lips as I slowly began to thrust my fingers.

I moved my thumb to circle her nub while my fingers worked their magic.

I edged her, pushing her right to the edge of pleasure then backing off and starting again.

Amantha was panting and begging to come by the fourth time I edged her.

“Please, please let me come,” she whimpered. Sweat had broken out over her body and her eyes looked wild.

I smiled. “You said please. Good girl. You can come for me.”

I dipped my head to suck her nipple back into my mouth and pressed my fingers as deep as they would go. I thrust them hard and rubbed vigorous circles around her clit with my thumb.

Amantha shattered around my fingers, her orgasm pulsing hard and deep. A desperate cry of relief left her lips, and her fingers squeezed my shoulders and the back of my head.

Once the initial wave was over, her body collapsed against the couch. She panted and brought her hands to her hair.

“Wow,” she said.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and met her gaze as I licked them clean.

“That's hot,” she groaned as she watched.

I smiled and kissed her again, our mouths fusing perfectly together.

In the back of my mind, I heard a ringing. Was I hearing things now?

Amantha broke the kiss. “That's my cell phone. It's in my purse.”

Oh. Guess it wasn't me, after all.

Quickly, I climbed off of Amantha and grabbed her purse from the coffee table across the room. I handed it to her.